What happens when you finally decide

to change what you’re doing and swallow your pride?

Is it like when the fog clears away

and you find where you stand?

Or is it more like the unveiling of art,

struck by what you see yet unsure in your heart,

because it is nothing at all

like what you had planned?

For with resolution comes new eyes to see,

and new understan...

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Suicide is not cowardly, but it’s not brave
Everyone says you become wiser with age
But is that really the case when most of us live in our own defeat?
Everyone sits happily, afraid to show their true selves; afraid to show they’re weak
You don’t have to accept defeat, you can fight it, you don’t have to be meek

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You loved peering at gravestones

I'd popped out of church for a smoke

In a tempest of wind and rain

We managed to enjoy a quick joke

After we met in a graveyard

That hinterland of heaven and hell

You became my rock of ages

My very own graveyard belle

You spoke of granite and marble

Sandstone's tendency to crumble

How weathered stones, though mossy

Made yo...

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I have always hankered after the life of the artist - including the world of the visual arts. In retirement I have the opportunity to follow that yearning.

The Humble Heart of the Craftsman

As corruption sheds its sting when seen

from lofty heights,

so humility shows its mettle

in the steady care of the gifted creator;

turning one's gaze from skilled hands

to the thi...

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